She's ex-name, she's falling
But let me explain
Gotta tell your old boyfriend, she a girl
Cause if you don't play them ex-games
No, straight sex thing
No handcuff or arresting
And I ain't coming up on my last name
Cause I really can't say no stress ain't
But we had a bitch who I done hit
Your home girl saying he a bad boy
But I'm signed to the rack, no time for the gas
This bitch put down a tabloid
That I, she got a magic
I'm a bitch for some ho
We be at the n-
Oh good, everybody knows
I'm a bitch for some ho
Can't get enough, can't get enough
I know
I can't get enough of what you got
Cause you got you hitches, right
Gotta let go, but I just cannot
Don't stop
Hey, slow, try to cope
Hide the even way out in London, Sam
Whole time I tell they love my Sam
And I got love for the underground
Quietly, pimply, ached, and we're mungin' down
Man, a baby's gotta come